Gretchen, she doesn't remember me,
she has no one to remember,
she never met me.
She asked the boy outside my house,
he was riding a bike, stopped.
He did know me,
not on a personal level, but he knew me,
and he told her.
She didn't know what to think,
what could she,
I was just the boy crushed to death,
he was just the boy riding by.
What if he wasn't there?
Who would she have asked?
Would she have asked?
No deja vu.
